Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation

Chapter 25 Poisoning Me with Arsenic Would Be Less Painful

Ethan raised her eyes to look at Clara, his thin lips hooked slightly, “You are quite smart. This time you

knew to use your phone to take a brilliant video. I have informed my underlings that the video should be

shown in the major media for a week. No matter how much Steve Lane spends he won’t be able to

remove it.”

“Ethan, it turns out that you’re helping?” Clara was surprised, “I wondered since the video at the

evening dinner had disappeared so fast, why this video spread so fast on the internet today.......”

She thought that ARCTIC’s public relations department hadn’t worked hard enough, but it was actually

Ethan helping.

Ethan seemed to think it was nothing, and said softly, “Consider it as my wedding gift. As to what to you

want to do next, Mrs. Preston, that’s for you to manage.”

When Clara heard that she was called ‘Mrs. Preston,’ her heart skipped a beat and she nodded,

“Okay.”

Since the opportunity was delivered to her door, so of course she had to seize it.

...

The next morning, Donny drove Ethan to the company, and Clara went to Mae’s and told her about

their marriage.

Mae’s expression immediately changed, “Miss, I heard that Mr. Preston is a wife killer. He has already

killed two wives. You- why are you still marrying him? I still have some money. It’s enough for us to live

for a long time. Don’t involve yourself with him.”

“What we have between us is a transaction. I marry him and he takes back the company for me.” Clara

tone was calm. “As long as I can take revenge, I will accept the loss of my life.” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“If your mother knew, she would definitely not want you to do this.” Mae sighed.

After all, the only one left in the Rowan family was Clara.

Clara expression darkened, but she quickly smiled to comfort Mae: “It’s okay Mae. Perhaps my luck is

good, and the curse will break on me!”

“I hope so......” Seeing that Clara had decided, Mae didn’t say anything else.

Back at Preston Village, Clara had just brought Mae into the room with her things when she saw a

short-haired young man sitting in the living room, playing on the computer, and eating fruit.

When the young man first saw Clara, he immediately threw away the pear in her hand and stood up,

“Hello madam, I’m Baxter Cohen, Donny Cohen is my brother.”

“When your brother went out in the morning, he told me.” Clara nodded and looked at him twice. “I’m

just a little curious. You’re only as old as I am, and you don’t look like Donny......”

Baxter Cohen chuckled, “I was picked up by Donny from the trash can, of course I don’t look like him. “

“Sorry......”

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s not like I have a problem talking about it!” Baxter waved his hand, not minding at all.

“Before when Ethan never came, I lived here with my brother. I sometimes can be a little careless, but

I’ll be more careful in the future.”

Seeing how cheerful and easy to talk to he was, Clara also smiled, “It’s okay, treat it as your own

home.”

Moreover, Preston Village was Ethan’s, not hers.

Clara knew that Steve and Leo didn’t have a biological relationship, but she had no means of

approaching Steve to get one of his hairs for DNA. Her only way was to start with Ruby.

Baxter did things quickly and had hacked into Ruby’s phone within half an hour.

Even though Ruby was cautious and had deleted some of her chat records, Baxter was still able to

easily recover them.

“It turns out that he is the child’s biological father... “

Seeing the thousands of intimate chats between Ruby and the child’s biological father, and the things

they revealed, Clara felt that Steve had really been hoodwinked.

Half a month ago, Steve had hatched an unforgettable plan to ruin her innocence and her reputation.

This time, she would return the favor, and give Steve an unforgettable surprise!

Because of what Baxter had found, Clara was in a good mood, and she followed Mae into the kitchen

and asked Mae to teach her how to make black chicken soup. Read at

Ethan didn’t seem to be busy as he had come tonight.

While eating dinner, Clara Rowan first politely served a bowl of the black chicken soup to Ethan, with

red lips raised high, she said “I cooked this soup, Ethan. Try it.”

Ethan’s eyes swept past her slender and beautiful fingers, paused, and then took the bowl of soup.

He took a sip, and in less than a second, he lowered his head and spat into a small bowl. He took a

tissue to wipe his mouth, and then sneered, “Poisoning me with arsenic would be a less painful.”

Clara “...”